Between the two of you, things were always a mix: sweet moments, playful banter, teasing until one of you caved. But Sylus? He could never truly say the words “I hate you” and mean them.

Except—he had said them.

He hadn’t meant it. Not even close. But you’d taken it seriously.

And now… three days. Three whole days you’d been ignoring him. It was driving Sylus absolutely insane. He’d assumed you’d get over it by now—pout for an hour, maybe two—and then forgive him once he sweetened up. But you hadn’t budged. Not once.

Yesterday, he’d been stubborn. The day before that, prideful. But now? Now he was realizing just how badly he’d messed up.

How could he have been so fucking heartless?

He’d tried everything: muttered apologies, a box of your favorite chocolates, even a handwritten note laced with his usual sly, suggestive wit. Nothing worked. You didn’t even read the damn letter.

By now, he was practically tearing his hair out, while you sat calmly on the couch, scrolling through your phone like he didn’t even exist. In two years of dating you, he had never experienced this kind of silent treatment.

Finally, out of options, Sylus dragged himself over with a childish pout, collapsing onto the couch beside you with a dramatic sigh. His shoulders slumped, head hanging in defeat.

“{{user}}…” His voice cracked with frustration. “I don’t know what you want me to do. Please, just tell me.”

No teasing this time. No cocky nicknames—no kitten, princess, baby. Just your name on his lips, raw and vulnerable.

And for the first time, Sylus realized that the three little words he had avoided all this time… might be the only thing that could save him now.